A Dedication
bhabhi, double penetration

Author: Amit Sharma A Friday evening…that laid foundation for the Indian Porn Empire…! A cool evening, few drinks and good talk, which usually made Mr. Deshmukh’s weekends eventful…if only he knew what was in store for that eventful night. Mr. Deshmukh, Mr. Amit and Mr. Tom were sitting in the balcony of Mr. Deshmukh’s home in London. It was their usual weekend pastime: spending the evening in the house of anyone of them and to have a drink. Mr. Deshmukh had already had too much to drink and his eyelids were growing heavy as the night kept growing older. They were waiting for their friend Ashok for some time and after their patience was tested they had decided to drink one glass and slowly as the wait grew longer they decided to have many more glasses of drinks. So Mr. Deshmukh started a conversation which was soon turned towards women and sex. Mr. Deshmukh: women around here in London are nothing compared to women in India. Mr. Amit: you’re right…who cares about white skin…women in India are like this drink (he said raising the glass filled with the drink) they are intoxicating and enthralling and… Tom: I agree whole heartedly! I agree even though I am a Londoner!  I know Indian women are one of the hottest in the world but they lack certain qualities men want from them. Mr. Deshmukh: I don’t believe it! Indian women are the best. Tom: I know that they are Mr. Deshmukh…but I said that they are far behind women of other countries in certain matter … Mr. Deshmukh: like what… Tom: like the ability to express their sexuality, the ability to display their sexuality! C’mon man, how many Indian women do you see wearing revealing dresses when they are with their husbands or relatives? They’ve always got some stupid cloth covering their entire body as if they would lose the greatest treasure in the world if somebody manages to take a peek of their cleavages. Amit nodded and said: Agreed, that’s the biggest problem in India…all women are conservative. Tom: and Mr. Deshmukh, name one Indian porn star who is famous in the world (this is happening before Sunny Leone came into limelight) Mr. Deshmukh felt devastated at this. Mr. Deshmukh: not all Indian women are like that…you must know that India is moving towards a sexual liberalization…they just need a push. Tom: And who’s gonna give the push? Mr. Deshmukh was thoughtful. ‘I wish I could’, he thought and they resumed drinking. After few hours…. All of them had drunk too much. Tom and Amit were alright as they could move about, but their head was rolling. But Mr. Deshmukh had his head slumped over the table, his eyes unfocussed. There was knock on the door and Amit opened it to find one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was dressed in traditional white Indian sari and even tom was dumbstruck at the beauty. She was Ashok’s wife Savita. Mr. Deshmukh was way too drunk and heard only a few words like ‘Sorry-Ashok-not coming-. He heard Amit talking back to her and that was it! His eyelids closed and he fell asleep. Mr. Deshmukh sir woke up after half an hour and he could only open his eyes by a fraction. His head was slumped on the table in front of him and then he noticed that Savita was sitting between Amit and Tom drinking along with them while the two men were ogling at her boobs through bloodshot eyes. And what was more astonishing was that the two men had somehow successfully persuaded Savita to join them for drink. Savita: enough Tom, I have had enough of it. Tom: you are here to fill in Ashok’s place and we are not leaving you until you drink as much as Ashok usually drinks with us. Savita: okay…hic…but I don’t drink much…hic…It’s usually a glass or two but today I have already drunk five. Amit: don’t worry Savita bhabhi…we are here with you. And then Amit did something unexpected. He filled a glass Savita and made her drink it in one gulp. Savita was already inebriated. But the unexpected act wasn’t that…the unexpected part was that Amit groped her boobs while he gave her the drink. Savita didn’t seem to mind and after a few more glasses she started co operating with Tom and Amit as they crushed her between themselves. Savita was now laughing with them. Amit and Tom were getting bolder. Amit was holding her left boob while Tom was holding the right one over the white blouse. Amit: so Ashok is usually busy these days? Savita: yes…hic…he has no time for me. Tom: I would rather stop working than keep such a beautiful wife unsatisfied. Everyone except Mr. Deshmukh laughed as he was frozen at his place unable to move anything except his eyes which stared drowsily at the three in front of him. Savita gulped down another one and she started laughing and giggling at Tom and Amit’s naughty and silly jokes. Then Amit threw aside her pallu and from behind unhooked her blouse. Savita was either oblivious to this or she was just enjoying it as she neither uttered a word against the act nor did she resist him in any way. Then Tom started playing with her huge tits and Amit was kissing her back which was now only covered with a black bra strap. He continued kissing and licking her back until he had had enough. With a low snap the black bra opened and fell down and Savita did not care. She had now forgotten herself and was sitting on Tom’s lap smiling at him. Tom hesitantly stared at her naked breasts, unsure whether she would approve but when he saw the beautiful smile on her face all the tension lifted and he hungrily opened his mouth and took a large amount of her right boob in his mouth. Meanwhile seeing Savita’s positive reaction Amit felt bolder and while Tom was busy sucking her breasts he held her gentle neck and directed her face towards his. He opened his mouth and kissed her full on mouth. She reciprocated and kissed him back Mr. Tom (juggling with Savita’s boobs): Ah…looks like Ashok does not take care of these special titties. Savita: oh…Tom, yes…! Savita slid her hand around Tom’s waist and pulled his shirt out. Then she caressed his bare back and bit his shoulder as he continued squeezing her boobs passionately and with each passing minute Savita’s excitement grew and she started moaning. Amit was again kissing her back and when things were getting hotter he made her stand up. Amit: Savita Bhabhi can we have a strip show? Savita smiled and moved to the corner of the room. There she turned facing them and slowly and seductively unraveled the white sari around her legs. Tom and Amit got excited and they stripped to their underwear as well watching Savita strip. She then finally threw aside her sari and was only wearing her panty. Amit and Tom ignoring each other removed their respective underwear and were stark naked while Savita bent down to remove her panty which made her huge boobs look like melons hanging by a tree. Mr. Deshmukh could not believe his eyes. His friends were naked, and so was his friend’s wife, while he was watching everything slumped on the table. And the curious problem was that he wasn’t able to move even an inch and his eyelids could not be moved even to blink. Tom and Amit pulled Savita towards them and forced her to sit on the table near Mr. Deshmukh’s face. Tom kneeled on the floor so that his face was level with her pussy. He stuck out his tongue and gave a mighty lick on Savita’s scarlet pussy. Meanwhile Amit made Savita lie on the table and produced his cock in front of her face. She gladly took his cock in her hand and stroked it while moaning in pleasure that she was getting from Tom. Savita: oh yes….oh Tom lick it…suck my hungry pussy! Tom: oh yes I will…never tasted a fucking better pussy in my lifetime. Savita then held Amit’s cock firmly and opened her mouth wide enough to accommodate for the particularly thick cock of his. Once inside she enclosed his dick inside her warm and wet mouth which made Amit grunt in pleasure. Amit: oh yes… bhabhi! You really know how to suck a cock! Tom’s fingers parted the labia and he inserted his fingers deep into her pussy feeling the hot pussy walls wrapping around them. He started moving the fingers in and out of her pussy which made her wriggle in pleasure sending currents across her body. Her breathing grew heavier and she moved her waist back and forth. Tom pulled out his fingers to notice wet secretions covering them. He licked his fingers clean His lips touched her pussy lips with a loving delicacy, he felt that he was kissing her real lips but the difference was that there was this warmth reverberating from the vagina mixed with a seductive aroma which turned him hornier than he had been. Tom moved his tongue in and out like a machine. As he licked her vagina he watched with fascination as Savita brought her free hand and stimulated her clitoris.  Few minutes passed and Savita flushed her cum on his face. Tom: that was something… Savita was sucking Amit’s cock with such enthusiasm and vigor that Tom decided to get a blowjob first. Savita: you have such a tasty cock Amit….and the pre-cum makes it yummier. She sucked harder and harder so that the outline of his dick was visible on her cheeks. Amit: Your honey saliva is doing the trick bhabhi! I have tasted it. Savita: thank you Amit…I luv sucking cocks with comments flowing in like that. Tom: really…then let me join in. Tom raised his leg over the table; he made her lie on her back over the table and then sat on Savita’s stomach. He held her boobs and started tit fucking her due to which the tip kept hitting her lips. Savita (to Tom): how is it? Soft and huge aren’t they? Tom (in ecstasy): that’s just an understatement! Savita took turns to suck their cocks. She kept sucking and the two of them showed no signs of orgasm. She first sucked the head of the cock, sucking so strongly that Tom started smiling and writhing. After sometime she swallowed half of his cock and sucked with the head of his cock hitting the roof of her mouth. She sucked his cock that way for some more time and then she swallowed his cock completely. This time the head of his cock was nearly hitting her throat as she sucked it passionately. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock as though she was sucking the tastiest ice cream in the world. Then Tom pulled out feeling pleasure build up. So Savita did the same to Amit and then he too pulled out of her mouth. Savita then stroked their cocks while they played with her boobs then they felt their semen getting out of control. They sprayed their cum over her face and Savita gladly swallowed whatever fell on her mouth. Rest of that she applied on her breasts. Amit: whoa! That was the best orgasm I ever had. Tom: Me too! My wife never gave blowjob with such enthusiasm. Amit (proudly): this is the power of Indian women. They sat on the chairs naked and sipped more drink ignoring Mr. Deshmukh completely as though he was a non living part of the table. But even Mr. Deshmukh could not utter a word out of his mouth nor could her move an inch. It was like he was paralyzed and that panicked him. Everything turned dark again and he felt himself going into a deep slumber. When Mr. Deshmukh woke up again he was in the same state but his surrounding was different. He was now lying sideways in his brightly lit bedroom. He could make out the white bed sheet and the thin feathery pillow. Somebody had lifted him and dropped him on his bed. Then he heard laughter from somewhere close and soon he heard the bathroom door open. Savita and the other two men came out of it. Savita was laughing and had her hands over the shoulders of the men. Tom: if I get a maid like Savita I would make her bathe me just like that. So they had been in the bathroom bathing nude with Savita… Again they ignored Mr. Deshmukh and dropped Savita on the bed next to him. Then Amit kneeled beside the bed and kissed her passionately while Tom went out to get something. Amit continued kissing her until Tom came back carrying some bright plastic packet in his hand. He tore it open with his teeth and pulled two condoms out of it. He threw one to Amit and wore one himself. Tom: let me make your pussy wet before we enter. He licked down there for sometime while Amit resume kissing and sucking her soft boobs. She was moaning in pleasure as waves of electric feeling went throughout her body. Amit shook her spongy boobs and bit her hard brown nipples. At last Tom was done so he stood up and so did Amit. Amit: I will lie on my back if you want… Tom: Thanks man…I am not as fit as you for that. Savita: for what? Amit: You’ll see! They made her get out of the bed and Amit as planned lay on his back facing the ceiling. Tom: Go on! Put your fucking body over him. Savita did as she was told and she climbed over Amit facing him. Then Tom kneeled behind them and inserted his cock inside her ass. Tom: Oh my goodness….such a tight but smooth piece of ass…! Savita: oh… Amit then held his cock and inserted it into her vagina slowly and carefully to avoid injury. Savita: its….ah….it’s going inside now….push harder…. When he was done they could clearly feel two cocks inside her body separated by some flesh. Savita: your cocks!!! Ah…they are inside me….I fell completely stuffed. Then they started fucking her. Initially they were slow but once they got adjusted to her inside they started ramming her without mercy. Savita: oh yes….!!!! Fuck me!!!! Punish me for Ashok’s mistake! Tom was thinking ‘Oh my fucking cock!!! It is so hot and hard and hearing her say the words while getting fucked by her husband’s friends is turning me hotter! I dunno how long I can last. Savita whined like a little girl and encouraged the men to fuck harder. Their hot and hard shafts moved in and out of her slippery holes simultaneously and she cried for more. Tom was again thinking ‘Such a superb ass…my condom is already lubricated but I dunno whether that was needed. This ass does look like it gets used every day…definitely not a virgin ass.’ There was this wonderful friction between her ass and cunt that their cocks moved about with ease. But the walls were tight which made her scream in pleasure. Amit reached out his hand and stretched her cunt using his fingers as he fucked her with renewed enthusiasm. Savita knew her holes were stretched to the limit and kissed Amit on the lips to control the moaning. Tom held her ass cheeks and stretched them. His hips slammed against her ass and he could feel Amit’s cock inside her separated from his as though by a curtain of flesh. Their cocks rubbed her holes harder and harder and Savita. After fifteen minutes they relaxed but did not detach their bodies. Tom: I hate Ashok for keeping such a slut for a wife hidden away. Amit: I agree…that lucky bastard wants Savita all for himself…he should be punished for that! What say? Tom: yes…since he isn’t here I will punish his wife all night and take revenge. Amit: Me too Savita: oh yes…punish me all night…discipline me tonight! They resumed again and their thrusts turned savage with these words and the intensity was so strong that tears of joy came out of Savita’s eyes. She cried out like a slut as the two men pounded her harder than ever. Tom was feeling cum building up so he stopped but underneath him Amit was still fucking due to which his cock felt stimulated. Savita loved the feeling of being crushed between the two men. She bit Amit’s nipples and sucked them hard as he continued slamming her pussy without mercy. The powerful thrusts were making her and the bed rock back and forth. And as Amit increased the speed she felt an orgasm building up. A loud sound was coming as Tom resumed slamming hips against her ass. Tom: yeeaahhh! She deserves to be like this man!!!! She is a sex loving married slut who craves for a fuck with men like us!!!! Savita: ah…I m stretched completely deep inside my body!! It feels as if you two have dug a tunnel in me. Amit: I love threesome man. Savita: me too…one cock is good…but two cocks are outstanding. And then Savita gave a long moan and dropped over the bed exhausted. But Tom and Amit weren’t done and they continued on her, Amit fucking from below and Tom still thrusting from behind. They fucked harder and harder and after few powerful ones Tom’s semen sprayed her anus from inside and he too collapsed on her. Amit was the youngest and was still fucking with the weight of the two over him. Then he gave one mighty push and spilled his seed in her womb. They were all exhausted and Savita kissed Amit. Savita: I wanna do this again and again and again…. Tom: I’ll always be there for that… (He licked her back). Amit: me too. (He said squeezing her ass.) Ashok is one unworthy lucky fellow. They lay there laughing and cuddling and kissing like that and Mr. Deshmukh once again felt darkness settle in front of his eyes while he heard faint kissing sounds…slowly dying away. Next morning he felt himself being shaken. Startled he opened his eyes and sat up on his bed. It was his servant Ramu kaka with a tea cup in his hand. RK: here’s your tea sir Mr. Deshmukh: Tom and Amit went away? RK: yes sir…last night by the time Mr. Ashok came you had fallen asleep so Mr. Ashok took them to his home and I dropped you here on this bed. Mr. Deshmukh: WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ashok came? But I thought….I thought his wife Savita… Then it struck him. Neither had Ashok’s wife come here nor was her name Savita….her name was something else…. He had dreamed it all????????????? Mr. Deshmukh: I can’t believe it!! I was dreaming it all! RK: beg your pardon sir? Mr. Deshmukh shook his head then sent him away. He was mesmerized by the idea of an Indian women like Savita (his imagination) doing all that in bed with two men. He fantasized with that theme and wished it could turn into reality. His thoughts swirling with the dream all morning and by breakfast he had a plan in his mind. Mr. Deshmukh: Hello Amit? Amit: Yeah say. Mr. Deshmukh: I have an idea…for a new comic strip. I have the plot but I need you for the complete draft and somebody reliable for the artwork. Because it’s…You know…an Adult Comic. Amit was thoughtful. They discussed the project over the phone and by evening, Amit was sitting in front of him in the balcony with a complete draft of the comic strip. Amit: So what do we call it? Mr. Deshmukh considered the options. Thoughts flowed in his mind and he saw what others had never seen, a new ray of hope for porn in India, and at last he decided upon an awesome name for his first comic strip. Mr. Deshmukh: SAVITA BHABHI AND THE BRA SALESMAN. AUTHOR’S NOTE: I give my sincere thanks to ISS and the dynamic Mr. Deshmukh for allowing me to write this beautiful story which I use, in a way, to convey the gratitude of millions of people (INDIANS ESPECIALLY) for starting something as innovative and refreshing as Savita Bhabhi and subsequently other comic strips through Kirtu for the enjoyment of the readers. Rising like a phoenix from ashes he brought us the Savita Bhabhi movie which was a slap on the face of those who tried to ban Savita Bhabhi. All these brilliant efforts have in some way worked as sex education and thorough entertainment for many like me and we all would like to say a big THANK YOU to him and request our beloved Mr. Deshmukh to continue mesmerizing the (adult) public at large. Thank you once again. Continue the excellent work sir. Email your feedback to the author at [email protected]